Eleanor Rigby

Ah look at all
the lonely people
Ah look at all
the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks
up the rice in the church
Where a wedding
has been
Lives in
a dream
Waits at the window
wearing the face
That she keeps
in a jar by the door
Who is it
for
All the lonely
people
Where do they
all come from
All the lonely
people
Where do they
all belong
Father McKenzie
writing the words
Of a sermon
that no one will hear
No
one
Comes near Look at him
working darning his
Socks in the night when
there's nobody there
What does
he care
All the lonely
people
Where do they
all come from
All the lonely
people
Where do they
all belong
Eleanor Rigby died
in the church
And was buried
along with her name
Nobody
came
Father McKenzie
wiping the dirt from his
Hands as he walks
from the grave
No one
was saved
All the lonely
people
Where do they
all come from
All the lonely
people
Where do they
all belong